Those of you who are on facebook with me know that D climbed to the top bunk of the bunk bed this evening. This was during my dinner rush, while I was madly trying to throw dinner together while all sorts of things were going wrong. I abandoned dinner, pulled D off the bed, changed his stinky diaper, put a baby gate across the doorway to the girls room, came back to spoon Curried Pumpkin Soup into bowls to cool, and posted my update to clear my head.
Next thing I hear is a slurping noise. I turn around and see D, with a bowl of orange-colored soup on the carpet. He is drinking right out of the bowl and had soup running down his front. I thought about just taking a picture, but good sense prevailed so I rescued the carpet and took the bowl away. "Oh good, he likes his dinner. I'll just put him in his high chair so he can eat."
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| Measuring spoons are better to eat with! |
I had the brilliant idea of giving him a measuring spoon to use. We have a plethora of baby spoons, none that do a good job with soup. Measuring spoons are small enough for his little hands and mouth, but hold enough soup to be satisfying.
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| ...or maybe not |
But then more... toddler exploration critical thinking brain development exploring textures NONSENSE AND MESS ensued.
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| "Hmm, spitting my soup back into the bowl is fun!" |
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| "I'm done eating now!" |
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| "Pathetic Doberman, clean up in the kitchen!" |
And one last thing to push me to end dinner early and not even worry if anyone else eats...
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| D calls this Tap Dancing in My Dinner |
There is only one solution to this problem. Assign S to D duty. They can drive each other crazy all evening while I finish up math with IJ and E. I feel better already.
